First of all, I just put an entry in my poker journal that while it started out talking poker that entry turned into some introspective musings that have nothing to do with poker in the last paragraph of the entry.

Moving on, last night I was thinking of paradoxes. More precisely the paradoxes that all people hold. We contradict ourselves all the time. Acting one way in one situation and another (sometimes the polar opposite) in different situations. It almost felt like I was on the brink of an epiphany in that pondering.

And then I though of all those late night "epiphanies" people have in the brain haze of half-sleep or other occasions where the mind is befuddled in a fog for whatever reason. When the person returns to their normal thinking, the revelation is gone. Whether it was a true epiphany or not I suppose it doesn't matter. The language and understanding isn't there to communicate it if real -- and if an illusion, it was never there.

Hmm, actually, there are philosophies and religions that consider this world an illusion or dream and in that case nothing is ever there. But that's another discussion for another nonexistent, illusional time.

Well, heading back to my original thoughts and paraphrasing and misquoting a few different sources, you don't sweat the small stuff, and it's all small stuff, but you do have to pretend it matters (and therefore pretend to sweat it, I guess).